Cut for me, let me do it
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In the morning of those who already know the terrain
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It went easy, I mark the step and fuck it!
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More than twenty years in this shit, I fulfilled
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You may not even like me, but I know you respect my truth
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Experience is learning that the lines that we write are like people
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Not always, buddy, either one will do.
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I already have it all, a few rhymes, a beat
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My sound doesn't play on the radio, but I know it plays in your life
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In the palm of the hand who is in charge, slabs are balconies
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Play the drum, which the menó makes a ciranda
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The rhythm is crazy, crazy packs you
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Under my feet the leaves in the yard crack
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It's not just having the contact, it's the tact, it's the heart
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It's a land where no one treads, it's full of... it's full of cactus
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And seeing where they go in the attic, it's a fact
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That the weak will fall into the hole of temptation
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One day I was sick, my mother called and said
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So I don't take solace in the councils
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And that I resemble few warriors
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Who go in that faith, in the faith of Abraham
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dawn, come
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A happier day
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Feeling the nuances of the hue, I felt root
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Seeing the cubs I saw that I am a mother, my strength is a driving force
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Before talking about me, see what it says there, well
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Function makes adoption
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The menó I saw being born, from losing so much in this life, already so in the endolation
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The non-conformity is the daily subsidy
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It's fucked up to see my mother after so long working my ass off
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And I'm there, at home, thinking, six o'clock in the afternoon
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My son comes home from school, he doesn't say anything, he just cries
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Hug me, as if carrying the weight of the world
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Dude, I understand you
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Give me your world, I can take it
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Look at me, son, 'you know that your father understands you
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Sometimes I don't know what you think, but I feel what you feel
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I want you to know that I'm on your side
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And whenever fear hits you
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Count on me son, I give you my courage!
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Hi, Ramon, I'm sending you this message because I tried to call you and
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I can't, okay? |
It's a lot of success, you know, which is now emerging for you.
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I'm sure you'll win this one more. |
And one day you will see him crowned with
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successes, ok, all this initiative of yours. |
Covered in blessings. |
From your father who loves you.
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OK? |
Take care. |
A kiss!
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If it weren't for the family, he would raise them
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The brothers, the mine, what the meaning having the mic in hand
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This is for the rush, the black, the life
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Opening the sea like Moses and crossing with kindness
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It is understanding the response of who has the mic
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We want to win the world and they win like
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We are dominating the world, this is irreversible
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I only exist to prove to you that nothing is impossible, hey!
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How much you can take in the fight is what differs
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pride of the brothers
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They didn't sell themselves and buy what they want
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Today they expect our sound just like food on the table
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Desired like summer when winter arrives
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I have the skill of corners
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The genius of the corners
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I have agility in dodging
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Because, just like the wind
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Strong or weak, I'm still the wind
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Good or bad I'm still an example
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Faith |